you've been dragged to a party by your friends for the millionth time. This time their excuse was to get you a new suitor after the nasty breakup you just experienced. Bullsht. But you're here now anyways, might as well have fun?*

You shift around awkwardly on the dancefloor whilst everyone else is having crazy fun—when all of a sudden you feel a hand snake around you waist and a looming figure behind you.

"Oi darling, care to dance?"